Passion holds the living; even in the lifeless state.

Author: hridayanka

This post is in reference to theIBMC Challengehosted byIts PH. I hereby accept this challenge and I urge everyone reading this, to take part in this 15 day challenge.

Here’s the fourth challenge – IBMC 04 Hunt a Haiku Challenge.

Haiku 2

the sun will set slow
people go home for shelter
sun will rise again.

I was travelling the other day; a long 10 hour drive. Watching people work is a common sight with everyone busy in their jobs. It seemed like everyone was competing with the sun and trying to finish their chores before the sun set. That maybe is the rule of life. Every living being is supposed to follow this, consciously or otherwise. Life would probably be incomplete without this.

I was surrounded by trees and farms all around, with small ponds and few lakes. I happened to see the sun set, something difficult to watch in my place of living with tall buildings covering the sky. And boy, it was wonderful! I saw the clouds holding each ray of sun, as if possessive about the light.

Even after all the trials, it couldn’t actually hold the light. The sun started to set.

And ever so slowly, as if this was the first time sun had shone, it bid adieu. The sky still remains one the most beautiful creations of nature. The way it changes every second is a sight to behold. Only if I could, I would have sat by a pond and gaze at the sky all day and night. Skygaze.

And when the sun had set, the human movement reduced. People were almost done with their chores, returning back home with exhausted faces but they carried a smile for having a good day. They were glad they didn’t lose against the sun, maybe they were both winners. Or perhaps, there wasn’t any competition at all, rather it was the sun that helped people and now travelled to the other side of Earth.

And when the sun rises again, these men will again come out of their comfortable homes and work for another good day, hoping to make it better than the previous.

This post is in reference to theIBMC Challengehosted byIts PH. I hereby accept this challenge and I urge everyone reading this, to take part in this 15 day challenge.

Here’s the third challenge – IBMC 03 Risk for a random challenge.

It is gives me so much happiness to come across people who hold similar beliefs as mine. Nothing is immortal and losing out important people is extremely sorrowful. No one deserves pity except for those who show pity. Learn to control anger for it only leads to destruction. Enemity only results in the growth of jealousy between two people. Does, not finishing your work before deadline make you feel guilty? If a decision does not make you anxious, it isn’t essential. The most I fear is not being able to feel any emotion. When do you realize you’re in love if you don’t know what love is? Speaking out whatever goes on your mind is the simplest and most surprising thing ever.

This post is in reference to theIBMC Challengehosted byIts PH. I hereby accept this challenge and I urge everyone reading this, to take part in this 15 day challenge.

Here’s the second challenge – IBMC 02 Freeze a foto challenge.

He sent me roses everyday, even after reminding him that there was no need. Sometimes, they were meant to wish me. Birthdays and other important days I had no clue of. He always remembered everything and never failed at this sweet gesture.

And yet other times, they were sent to serve as an apology. I accepted them everyday, despite what they accompanied. Each wish, each apology and the beautiful roses. The wishes were thanked and apologies accepted.

Recieving roses was never a mundane task. It gave me pleasure to fill my vase next to the study, with a rose every single day. I would always look forward to the next day’s rose rather than worrying about the present one withering.

Even today, I recieved one, but this time though, I didn’t accept it. I have realised that each of time they came to me, they weren’t just wishing or apologizing. How cruel it would seem to say that they were accompanied with baits, with traps. Alas! This was the truth. So today, I learnt to say no; to the wishes, apologies and them roses. I learnt to believe in myself and made my way out of the trap.

I don’t deserve to be bribed by anyone but myself. It would have been a beautiful experience to receive roses without additional baggage. Then I decided that from tomorrow, I’m gonna start getting roses for myself. Everyone of us should start getting roses for ourselves. For we all deserve self love more than anything.

This post is in reference to the IBMC Challenge hosted by Its PH. I hereby accept this challenge and I urge everyone reading this, to take part in this 15 day challenge.

Here’s the first challenge – IBMC 01 Phrase a paragraph challenge.

It isn’t everyday that I come across you. Once in a blue moon, on the days when I’m completely hopeless, I somehow happen to meet you, I see you. You are quiet while you listen to all my rants. You never say a word, but you still end up teaching me everything. And when I see you, you show me a new perspective to everything. You restore my hopes, you light up my way. When I see you, I’m at peace; I smile. And then again, I go back to normalcy waiting for the day when I would get to see you again.

I see you once in a blue moon, and my only delight lies in the fact that you don’t actually experience blues; or maybe you do and that is when you cloud yourself.

I was expected to not dream,
To not think beyond a certain point;
To bury all my ambitions and hopes.
I was told they’d never come true,
That I never deserved it all.

I was living in a room
That was forever locked,
A room from which I had no escape
And despite all my trials
My desires always stood ignored.

It hurt me at times,
With a powerful ache in the heart.
Yet other times I found,
A little inspiration to continue dreaming
And to yearn, for them to happen.

One such time, I found hope
Hope gave me strength
Told me I’ll win this fight,
Fight against people I love
The same who failed to love me back.

It asked me to fly away
As far and high as possible
With wings that I assumed to be clipped.
They were in fact hidden,
Too scared to emerge from within.

The door was never ajar,
But I learnt; door wasn’t my only escape
So I went over to this window
From where I once used to dream
Dream of not being caged,
Not Confined to a room
I dreamt of flying
And here I was in front of the window
With the strongest pair of wings,
Liberated and ready to soar.

-hridayanka

PS- That blurred thing the last photo is a bird, that flew away before I could click another photo.

Birds are meant to fly, you see; and absolutely nothing can stop them. So can we, if our grit is strong enough. All we need is strength. Strength to believe in ourselves and strength to keep going despite obstacles.

Every road we choose is a new lesson, new experience. What I found in this road I took is an answer to almost every other uncertainty of life.

The choice lay there, Right in front of her, Between two paths. The best of which, She hesitated to choose. Neither could she decide, Nor had the ability to infer. What the universe conspired, When she seemed tired.

She took her time. Analysing each road. And every other curve, On how it would mould, And gift her a dime.

There came a point. She knew it clear. Which path to choose. And which to avoid. Yet she stood there, Waiting for destiny to pull her. Towards that one road She was hesitant to choose.

Ever wondered how many words you would have written down till date with this instrument called pen? Although with the invent of digital means, the usage has reduced significantly, this was the same pen we use to try and hone our doodling skills with. All of us do this even now; just the frequency has somewhat reduced. Here’s one of my most recent doodles.

The favourite page out of all would have been the last one where scribbling seemed to be a right and the page never looked good if it was empty without any ink marks. It was in those last sheets of the notebooks that perhaps, artists were born.

Even today, it feels good to see people buying notebooks. It makes me realise that however digitally developed we all are and however environment conscious we are, a paper has become such an integrated part of our lives that it is almost impossible to stop using them. The value of paper, whether it is a certificate you receive or a medical prescription, everywhere is essentially high.